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Keeping on the Team Ch. 01

By: LOAnnie2



Authors note: While struggling to get past the writers block for chapter 3, I went ahead and rewrote the first story--so it's new as of 2014. Hope you enjoy this version as much as you did the last--Love Annie. 

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The rhythm of the treadmill allowed me to glance over to the athletic office. I could see the train wreck coming from here, knowing that my track coach is in there getting a stern talking to all because of me. If only my prayers that the storm would pass in time for practice were answered, then I wouldn't have this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

So I did one dumb thing. Okay, it was a really dumb thing, but I think I've been punished enough for it. I'm not going to lie, it fucking hurt to have my boyfriend of a year and a half dump me the night before my senior prom. So instead of showing up, being fawned over, and perhaps being prom royalty, I showed up completely plastered, my dress forgotten at home. Of course I got a ticket for only being eighteen and drunk, but there was this tiny little detail of the school's zero-tolerance policy when it came to athletes and alcohol.

So surely coach was getting the full rundown of Saturday night--at this point he probably knows more about what happened that night than I did. He's probably being strongly advised to kick me off the team at this very moment. I did have two saving graces--the expensive fine and alcohol counseling I now need to get, and that's without counting the fact that Coach Tanner was one of those guys who always offered a second chance for students to learn from their mistakes.

And this is the only mistake I've made in high school, one fucking lousy weekend and all my hopes for the end of senior year could be gone in a heartbeat. Last season I placed in two sprint events at state, and I was easily clocking the fastest times all year--a state championship was in my grasp until this happened.

My treadmill beeped and slowed down--the training program I was running was complete and I knew that it was time to end practice. Looking around I see many of my teammates heading to the office--the administrators were thankfully leaving, but that didn't make things any less awkward. As we all gathered around it took a minute before Coach Tanner finally got up from his chair and came out to address us.

Coach started his usual end of practice pep talk that I've heard a hundred times before--though I'll admit that I was surprised he seemed completely calm and rational. As he dismissed us he added, "Lacey, come and see me when you've showered." There was some muttering from my teammates and friends, but I only sighed and headed into the locker room.

You ever have one of those showers where even though you know it has to end you just take your time--this was one of those moments. I probably washed my hair no less than four times and every other part of my body at least three before finally shutting the water off. By the time I was sitting on a bench wrapped in towels contemplating the stitching of my socks, everyone else had gone. In a lot of ways I'm very strong, but the dressing down I was about to receive was something that I didn't want anyone else to witness.

I very methodically dressed and placed my dirty clothes into my gym bag before heading out of the locker room. When I reached the athletic office and knocked, Coach T quickly called me in. I closed the door behind me as he motioned to the seat next to him. Of course he started talking about how much pressure he'd been put under to remove me from the team--I'm sure there were even specific words he was saying that might stand out, but my head was so awash with stress and anxiety I'm not really sure I heard any of them.

So yeah, I did the normal pleadings and such that would be expected--even though the words were mine I didn't register them as coming from my mouth, the whole experience so surreal that it felt I was watching a movie, not living this.

Finally he sighed. "I'm sorry Lacey, I don't think there's anything I can do."

Now I know the normal cliche thing to say at this point in time would be that I'd do anything for a chance to stay on the team--I honestly would too, but my mind didn't figure that would work. I quickly glanced out the windows, seeing there was no one else left in the area. Seeing that it was just the two of us, I looked my track coach in the eye and said, "Would a blowjob change your mind?"

Coach Tanner was normally rather unflappable, but he was clearly shaken by the question. Okay, confession time--I don't think of myself as a slut, but I do have a not totally undeserved reputation as my class's blowjob queen. So okay, it's a small high school so it's not like there's tons of competition, and I'm sure that in the great scheme of things I'm merely average, but for my dumb town I was pretty damn good.

The only complaint about my skills at giving head actually came last year at state. My last race was the 400 meter. A cute guy from another school in a town I didn't know existed thought that three of his teammates (who all made it to the final round) would easily beat me--so we bet on it. I don't even recall what I was to win, but suffice it to say I got tripped up near the end and managed to pull out fifth place--so he won a blowjob from me. His was the longest cock I'd ever taken, and his complaint was that I couldn't deep throat it like he wanted. That's it, the only complaint I've had. Even my asshole of a now-ex boyfriend shot a load down my throat not five minutes before he dumped me just so he could savor one last blowjob before tossing me aside.

When coach didn't immediately accept the offer, I kept upping the ante--at this point what did I have to lose. I probably was off the team and I probably wouldn't get to walk at graduation. Doing a striptease, fucking him, giving him head whenever he wanted, fucking when he wanted.

"You can take pictures. You can take video for all I care."

As soon as the word video came out of my mouth Coach T perked up--I didn't know why, but something about that definitely caught his attention.

Now Coach Tanner wasn't a teacher at any school, entirely a volunteer track coach. We all knew he had a life outside of the school, though nobody in the school ever knew what it was. Even more importantly as I would later learn, none of us knew he was very much in debt to some very sketchy characters that were ready to exercise drastic means of collecting payments, unless he could procure something beneficial to them. Coach T looked down at his own messenger bag before looking up at me. "Well Lacey, it just so happens that I have some friends who are in need of video footage of a cute, athletic eighteen-year-old doing some workout and other activities. If you could help me and my friends out, I can find a way to keep you on the team.

I'll admit a part of me became a little paranoid as he said that, but then again I did just offer to be his fucktoy, this was my idea. It was also obvious what he meant by other activities. I took a deep breath and nodded, "Alright coach, what do I have to do?"

He reached down to his messenger bag and pulled out a large envelope. It's hard not to be surprised that he has contract papers ready to be filled out to make this thing happen--kind of creepy actually. He took a few minutes filling in some things before he told me to start signing and initialing on the various marks.

Coach started asking questions about free time, curfew, how grounded I was and the like. Turns out as we talked things over tonight was the only night that would probably work for the next few weeks. As I finished signing he made a quick call on his cell. I could only hear his side of the conversation while he tried to determine if tonight could be made to happen. When he finally finished he simply said, "Be back in three hours, minimal workout clothes."

Standing, my head felt foggy as I left the office wondering what I had gotten myself into. ----

Arriving back at the school three hours later, I was left wondering exactly how this was all supposed to go down--the school was normally locked up pretty tight at this time in the evening. I wandered around the outside of the gym for a few minutes until I discovered that the door leading to the mens locker room was slightly ajar. Taking what I hoped was the correct cue, I opened the door and made my way inside.

A few of the lights in the locker room remained on, and as I walked through I saw a note with a giant L scribbled on it. I guessed it was for me and grabbing it my suspicions were quickly confirmed.

'Lacey, leave everything but your shoes and socks on the floor and go to your usual treadmill.'

Well, I knew that I could abandon all pretense about this just being a fitness video. I hadn't brought any extra clothes with me to the school figuring there would be no use for it. I quickly reached down, pulling the tank top up and off my body. In my mind there was no need to stall, this was happening whether I wanted it to or not and it was just better to get this night over with.

I hoped Coach Tanner wasn't wanting a girl with large boobs--wait, why would I even think about that, why do I care what it is he wants. I sighed as my mind started to wrap itself around the realization of what was about to go down tonight. No, I hadn't worn a sports bra, but I also really didn't need to. Sadly I'm not one of those girls endowed with ample breasts. Hell, I'm half surprised I have any breast tissue at all. Mom's not very big to begin with, and combined with spending my whole life as an athlete I found myself 'gifted' with practically no boobs but puffy nipples. Most days I thought that the half-dollar sized areolae were all that really existed of my breasts. Even then it was hard to tell since they were so pale to begin with.

Moving on from agonizing over breasts that make most bug bites look large in comparison, I reached down and stripped off my panties and shorts in one quick motion. I stepped out of them and left them on the floor just as the note had instructed. Even as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, this wasn't feeling as weird as it should. I've been naked in locker rooms plenty of times, however it was normally not the guys.

There was however a pretty obvious scowl on my face, which came of no surprise to me. Lack of boobs aside I did have a pretty good body--taut, muscles in the right places, hints of fat in others. My ass probably gained the most attention just because of how muscular and defined it was. My red hair was in its customary pony tail still, and Coach T wouldn't be able to tell if I was a natural redhead. Just a few hours before being dumped I had myself waxed bald--the ex really liked how my slit stood out prominently when I was bare.

Stepping away from the mirror I headed to the fitness lab. When I exited the door it hit me, I was walking around naked in the school. I didn't even think about the concept of cameras catching me walking across the hallway to the lab, but I found the door open and the lights on. I shouldn't have been surprised when I saw my usual treadmill--there were three cameras set up by it. One in front of where I'd be running, one behind, and one to the side.

I knew there was no point in stalling as I climbed up on the treadmill. The cameras didn't look like they were on, but I didn't let myself think of that small comfort. I grabbed the little safety card and put it in the treadmill as I tried to think of where I'd put the end that was supposed to attach to my clothes. I looked up and saw a note just above the camera in front of me and stepped forward to look at it closer.

'If you have pubic hair, attach the safety clip to it. If you don't, attach it to one of your nipples.'

I gasped and shivered simultaneously--both under the idea that Coach Tanner had already taken it into consideration, and of course what his solution was. I stared down at the little plastic clip that would soon be biting into my flesh as I tried to think of another way. When none came to me I took a deep breath and picked it up. Several more deep breaths followed as I brought it up to chest height.

'Here goes nothing,' I thought as I brought it down onto my left nipple.

I winced as I felt the plastic clip bite into my flesh and instinctively flinched backwards, tugging it out of the treadmill and having it pull on my nipple at the same time. My hands reached up to pull it off but I thought better--it was just another thing I had to do and it'd be worse if I stopped now.

My nipples weren't normally the most sensitive, but I also never had anything just straight biting down on them like this before. I did reach out and grab the dangling card and that seemed to make things a little better--what had started out as a sharp pain was quickly becoming a dull throb. After another minute I finally gathered up the courage to put the card back in the treadmill and start a running program.

As I started running naked I came to a weird realization, it didn't really feel any different than when I ran normally with clothes on. Far as I could tell, the only difference I was feeling was the movement of the clip hanging on for dear life on my left nipple as I ran--and with each step that was becoming less of a nuisance.

Naturally I kept running, trying to put the cameras and my situation out of my mind--I was on a nice relaxing jog, not having every movement of my body recorded for purposes unknown. Finally I had to look at the timer and saw I'd already been running for half an hour. I couldn't help but begin to wonder if this is all Coach T had in store for me when I heard the door to the fitness lab open and looked over in a panic.

Luckily it was only Coach T and he grinned and walked over to me. Without saying a word he reached up to the controls of the treadmill and stopped the program. As I slowed, I started to realize that even without clothes I was sweating--almost a sheen if caught correctly by the light. He pulled the card out of the treadmill and let it dangle, the tug on my nipple no longer being as it had been earlier.

"Alright Lacey, spread your legs, hands behind your head, stick your chest out."

It was weird having Coach Tanner order me to do put myself on display in the same tone that he might give us instructions on what he wanted us to do in practice. For just a second I smiled as I stepped off the treadmill before immediately cringing at the fact that I had done so. I wasn't naive--I've watched porn before, I've read sex stories online, I knew exactly what it was he was wanting and I did it. Looking down I saw that my boobs were no larger than normal even when thrust out.

As he stepped forward, nervousness really started creeping in.

"You know," he said, his hand reaching out to graze the bare skin above my slit, "I was hoping to see you running with the clip attached here, finding out if you were a natural redhead and all. Oh well, the smoothness is nice, and of course this..."

He quickly moved his hand up to where the clip was dangling from my left nipple and opened it while pulling back. As the blood flowed back in I let out a cry and doubled over in pain. I never imagined that taking the clip off would be worse than putting it on, but let me tell you know it's much worse.

"Alright, follow me," he said, turning to walk out of the lab without the slightest care that I was still hurting.

Having to practically pick myself up off the floor I found myself following the coach through the hallways of the school to the wrestling room--seemed appropriate since there was a certain type of wrestling about to happen. I was surprised to find the room much darker, save for another three cameras and lights behind them focusing on some mats on the floor.

"Take this, and lose the shoes and socks," he commanded as he held out a note card.

I took the offered card and sat down on the mats in the light and slipped my shoes off--I figured he probably wanted to see me do it on camera. Once I threw them aside I looked up and saw that coach was undressing and sighed, knowing it was really about to happen. Returning to the card I started reading over it as I stood up and I cringed. The whole thing was like a mini-script, with really cheesy lines. The porn analogy might be closest, as even really bad porn movies that try to make up a really dumb plot have better lines than this.

I finally looked up and noticed that he was undressed, and I can't say that there was much to react to. Sure, coach had a decent body, but he just wasn't my type. I didn't want to do it I swear, but naturally my eyes ventured down to his cock and I was a bit surprised by what I saw--he had what was probably the smallest cock I had seen. Well, I take that back, it was a weird give and take with him. He was thin, and I mean really thin, the whole pencil-dick type thing going on. However, at the same time for being so thin, he was actually quite long. As he walked closer I had to think about what this long, thin cock would mean. Now I'll be the first to admit size doesn't always matter, but I do at least prefer a shorter, thicker cock normally, long can be problematic.

I saw him moving around and lying on the ground behind me, positioned so that his head was in the dark and his cock was standing up right in the middle of the spotlights.

"Go ahead and start reading your lines Lacey."

I nod and turned to face the center camera. Putting on my best enthusiastic face, I started reciting what he had written.

"Hi, my name is Lacey. I'm eighteen-years-old and a senior in high school Tonight you get the pleasure of watching as I give," I paused for a second as I looked down at the card, "Oliver," another pause as I hesitated over the dumb name Coach Tanner had chosen for himself, "the most fucking fantastic night of his life. "I think it's time for my slutty mouth to greet him in the only way it ever should."

Oh god, the lines themselves made me want to gag and I didn't even have coach's cock in my mouth yet. He motioned for me to come over and stand between his legs. He sat up, looking at my pussy a little more closely before commanding, "Now turn around and bend over, touching your toes."

I did as ordered, turning to show off my ass to him before bending over to easily touch my toes. A small part of me wanted to be prideful in that moment that I could touch my toes, but then I realized that I was fully exposed to coach and the camera that was behind his head. While the camera in front of me saw me bend over and the one to my side caught my silhouette, the one behind me, and of course coach himself were getting a perfect view. I never imagined that I'd ever be modeling off the most intimate parts of my body on camera.

"Hold," he said, as if I were just stretching.

I already felt exposed, but I felt an electric shock go through my body as his warm finger, already wet from something, dove right in and penetrated the folds of my pussy.

"Mhmm, I'm glad to see that sweet slutty Lacey is already wet, how nice is that?"

Okay, so yeah, I was a little wet. I mean I hadn't had any action in a week, the pain in my nipple (I'll admit I always liked having my hair pulled during sex), and just how wrong this whole thing was. I always got a little turned on when I read or watched erotica where the girl wasn't the most willing participant, and how I was getting a dose of it in real life as I felt the finger poke and prod and explore my wet pussy before finally being withdrawn.

"How about here, is this hole just as excited to meet me too?" he asked me as his finger started prodding at my asshole.

"No, not there, never there," I replied quickly as my body tensed up. Even though I've had plenty of sex, and given more blowjobs than I could ever possibly count, my butt was strictly exit only. I mean, I had friends who had done it, and enjoyed it, but it was not something I wanted to deal with due to my small body. I was enough of a slut as it was, the last thing I needed was to overhear guys talking about buttfucking me like they did at times with other girls.


Keeping on the Team Ch. 01



"Oh, well I'm surprised my slutty little princess hasn't given up all three holes to cock yet," Coach T retorted.

I winced a little. Despite the fact that I do like sex, and have even on occasion enjoyed being called a slut by guys I've been with, I did draw the line at thinking of myself as walking holes for some guy to get off in. I only had to wait another moment to see what he was going to do with my virgin hole before his finger stopped poking.

"Well, in either case I think it's about time you kept your promise and have that hot little mouth I've heard so many stories about become friends with my cock."

As I moved awkwardly around to get into position to start sucking his cock, I could feel the heat of embarrassment on my face and knew I must be bright red. I mean, when your high school track coach has heard tales about you being a blowjob queen, what would that mean for the rest of the teachers. As I knelt in front of him and looked down on his cock I could see he was as ready as he was going to be--his cock even had a little pre-cum dripping from it. Finally it was time to put my skills to work, and maybe, just maybe if I give him the most amazing blowjob he's ever had, the night will be done after that.

I wondered for a moment if I should tease him a little first, like I would with a boyfriend (or admittedly most random high school boys I'd end up blowing for whatever reason), however the look on his face indicated that no, he just wanted to see his cock disappear so with that I indulged him. I closed my lips but separated my teeth as much as I could--I liked to give the guys the feeling that my mouth was a tight place as well and it's always driven them wild. I wrapped my right hand around the base of his shaft as I brought my lips down to his cockhead and started kissing it for just a moment before finally letting them part. I closed my eyes as I started to imagine it was someone else, anyone else other than Coach T as his head started sliding across my tongue.

I felt a shudder and heard him moan as I continued to take more of the long cock into my mouth. It was a weird experience with it being so thin, but never ending. I opened my eyes for a second to see just how much of it was in my mouth when I noticed that Coach T's skin was red as well--apparently he had shaved as well.

"I hope you like it baby, I wanted to make sure that when you got me all the way in that nothing would bother you."

Wait, he expected me to take his whole cock in my mouth? I had flash backs to the athlete last year that was mad that I couldn't deep throat, but his cock was much thicker, even if not as long. Finally I felt my lips starting to brush against my hand as I still held is cock but then felt it touch the back of my throat as well.

Coach sat up suddenly and I pulled back. His hand reached up and grabbed my head, stopping me from pulling off anymore.

"Relax Lacey, I intend to see if you can take this whole thing. Take your hand away."

I wanted to whimper, to tell him it wouldn't work but I complied and removed my hand. He started scooting back on the mat and in order to keep him in my mouth I had to lean more forward, changing the angle of my head. When he stopped moving he reached both hands to the back of my head and started pulling me down onto his cock again. It took just a moment before his cock was at the back of my throat but this time it felt a little different. Instead of just hitting the back of my throat like it normally did, this time it actually seemed like it was just stuck on something.

"Relax your throat Lacey,"

At that moment I'd like to see how well Coach Tanner could relax his throat when someone was trying to shove something down it. I tried to take a deep breath and open my throat up a little when I felt movement. He pulled again as I relaxed and I could feel his head sliding into my throat. For a moment my mind went utterly blank--I didn't really know what to think of this feeling that was so unnatural, so unlike anything I experienced. Of course it probably didn't help any that even while my mind was busy trying to process and make sense of the whole thing, his cock was sliding further down my throat until I felt my nose being smashed against something.

Opening my watering eyes, I saw that he'd managed to get the whole thing inside my mouth and throat. It's also at this point that I realized that I couldn't really breathe. At first I flailed my arms around, a vain attempt to draw his attention to the fact that his penis had stopped my breathing. When that didn't work, I reached forward with my hands and started to push myself off--and to my surprise he let me go off his cock completely. Withdrawing the long thing from my throat and mouth was a weird experience all its own, but when I finally extricated myself from his dick I coughed a few times.

"See Lacey, you can do it. Now take a deep breath and let's try that again."

I stared at him in disbelief. Some part of me wanted to scream, wanted to run away and face whatever additional consequences I was due. Even as my thoughts dwelled on how to best engineer my escape, I found myself leaning forward and taking a decent breath. 'God, I really am such a slut' I thought as I once more took his cock into my mouth and let him pull me onto it until it penetrated my throat again.

I had no idea how long he held it there, but this time he only let it out of my throat before I was instructed to catch my breath. When I glanced up at him while inhaling he took that moment to once again pull my throat onto his cock. Sure, I've been a blowjob princess since I started giving them, but this was no blowjob, this was my first actual facefuck.

This time as my nose was smashed into his body he quickly started letting me off--I was hopeful that it was over with until I felt him pull me back down. His hands were controlling my head allowing me to only bob up and down a few inches. Forget facefuck, I quickly realized that he was only letting me up enough to allow his cock to saw back and forth in my throat. 

I could feel the water building in my eyes as this rather uncomfortable throat fucking continued. Luckily I didn't have to wait long before I was quickly pulled back into his pelvis and he thrusted forward, trying to get himself as deep inside my throat as possible when I felt a weird pulsing that I knew could only mean one thing--he was cumming in my throat after what couldn't have been more than a minute. It was a strange sensation feeling the cum slide down toward my stomach yet knowing I wasn't swallowing at all.

Finally he pulled himself out and rather out of instinct my first action wasn't to breathe but instead it was to swallow. Coach started pushing his way back to where he was before that episode began as I was left to catch my breath.

"Nice job slut, one hole down, though your skills weren't what I was led to believe they were."

'Of course they weren't,' I thought, 'I didn't even give you a blowjob.

"Cleanup, aisle one," he announced as I looked back to him, a little bit of extra cum around his cock. I'll admit that cleaning up with my mouth wasn't all that unenjoyable, I do like the taste of cum after all. There was only a little bit and I held it on my tongue to show the camera--I figured he might as well get a good show at this point, before swallowing.

"Lay back, spread your legs, and masturbate for a while until I'm ready to go again," he orders, again in that coach voice that I'm starting to find a bit disconcerting.

I sigh a little and look into the camera, turning away from it before I roll my eyes. I sit on my butt and lay back down, spreading my legs as ordered. This all feels so mechanical to me, like instead of me being a living, breathing girl I'm just some dumb sex doll whose existence is predicated around being posed and penetrated. I hated knowing that in the back of my mind there was a dark truth to the whole situation that made it a million times worse--if Coach Tanner was actually treating me like a human being, like a girl with real sexual needs instead of some jack-off toy, I would probably be enjoying every moment of this. 

However he isn't treating me like a woman so I just moved my hand into place and started to play with my pussy, paying the most attention to my clit of course. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine just being in bed, just being at home doing this instead of being watched and recorded by my track coach. I didn't pay attention to how much time was passing, there was no point to really. It was frustrating that since I was so detached from the situation all the rubbing in the world wasn't doing anything--if I'm not into it, I can't get myself off, and I wasn't into any part of this.

Nearly falling asleep despite masturbating, I was quickly awakened by a small thud and a dull pain as something cold and plastic landed on my stomach. I opened my eyes and stopped what I was doing to grab whatever was thrown at me. As I looked at the bottle of Astroglide, I was rather confused. My pussy was more than wet enough already, especially because of the masturbating. And even though he was long, it's not like he was going to have an issue sliding in at all.

"You are planning to feel something? If I pour this onto my pussy you'd probably just fly right off."

The grin coach shot back at me was nearly evil, just completely lust filled.

"What about your ass?"

I shot up, panicked that he would even mention such a thing. "I told you that I wasn't into that sort of thing. My butt is exit only."

He shook his head at me. "Hate to tell you this, but tonight you get to become a butt slut. I already have you on tape from this afternoon offering me sexual favors to keep you on the team, telling me I could do whatever I wanted."

Yeah, I knew he had me cornered, though as he continued speaking, I could easily hear him go from concerned coach to something far more sinister.

"Considering you've already been throat fucked, masturbated, and ran naked on camera for thirty minutes, you're not in a position to complain. Like it or not Lacey, you're going to be buttfucked six ways from Sunday, you just have to choose if you lube it up, or let me go in dry."

Even with all the track meets, all the years of knowing Coach Tanner I had never seen him so serious. I was way beyond panic now, I was mortified that Coach T was planning on fucking me in the ass, in my virgin ass, lubed up or not. I let out a sigh and did the only thing I could do--remove the cap to the astroglide. Squeezing some of the cold gel out, I started to use it religiously around my soon to be pried-open asshole. It seemed like I only got seconds before I heard coach speak again.

"Go ahead and stand up Lacey."

I squeezed a little more gel onto my fingers as I stood up, trying to coat my hole just a little bit more. Admittedly I was way too freaked out to try and push any of it into my ass, which would be the smart thing to do. The lube felt slick between my cheeks as I watched him lay back down on the ground again.

"I'm not sure if you were ever a fan of westerns Lacey, but it's time to get that cute little ass over here and mount up."

So I'm standing here, knowing he's about to take my last virgin hole and I'm almost more bothered by the really cheesy lines he's saying to me and the camera than by what's about to happen. This of course changes as I find myself standing over him, starting to figure out whether I squat or kneel down to do this when thankfully I'm saved from making the awkward choice.

"Turn around, let's keep with the western metaphor and we'll do this reverse cowgirl."

I nodded and stood back up to turn around. Part of me wanted to sigh and roll my eyes, but deep down I was glad he wanted to do it this way--almost more of a relief that I won't have to look my coach in the eyes as he takes my ass for the first time. When I had turned away from him I started lowering myself--this wasn't going to be the most comfortable experience for me. Buttfucking aside, I'd only done reverse cowgirl a few times so even if he were to fuck my pussy this wasn't the most natural position for me.

I continued lowering myself, expecting his cock to start pressing at my ass. Instead I felt the fleshy knob slip effortlessly into my drenched pussy. A sigh of relief escaped my lips at the same time a moan escaped his.

"Glad to see my little toy is enjoying this."

I wasn't in a position to argue, but I really wasn't enjoying it at all--how could I? And don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I couldn't enjoy it given the circumstances in which I'm performing, but quite frankly even with my tight pussy he was still so thin I could barely feel him inside me.

It didn't take long for him to be buried inside me, though I noticed something I didn't expect as I felt his cock bump against my cervix--I was still not touching his body. I bent down and looked between my legs, emitting a slight gasp as I realized he still had several inches he could stuff inside me.

"Why do you think I'm intent on taking your ass Lacey? It's not fair after all that you can't enjoy all of my cock inside just your pussy."

While coach wasn't normally one to brag or boast, I could clearly hear the taunting in his voice. Knowing that I couldn't stay like this forever I slowly pulled off before lowering myself until I felt him pressing deep inside me again. I let out a little yelp as his hands clasped my hips--I worried that he was going to try and pull himself into my cervix like he did my throat. I didn't think it worked that way but it didn't stop me from worrying.

Thankfully though he was just using his hands to guide the speed I was fucking him at. Once I was moving with the rhythm he liked, he released his grip from my hips and instead cupped my ass in his hands. As they spread my cheeks, giving him and probably the cameras a great view of my virgin asshole I couldn't help but groan in shame.

Of course like everything so far this evening it was only bound to get worse--I couldn't hear him clearly but it sounded like he was trying to talk to my asshole, calling it something stupid like Mister Rosebud. Admittedly my first thought wasn't about how weird it was that he was trying to personify my asshole, it was that he chose to call it Mister Rosebud--why the fuck would he name the asshole of an eighteen-year-old girl mister instead of miss?

Doing the only thing I could I tuned him out as I continued the rhythm of methodically fucking up and down on his cock. Try as I might with slight little adjustments to how I moved, I couldn't seem to find an angle so that I might manage to get some pleasure out of this too.

Sometime later, maybe around ten minutes had passed, he told me to hold as I only had the tip of his cock left in me. I looked back at him while he reached down and pulled himself completely out of my pussy and smiled back to me.

"Stand up, turn around and face me and take just the tip in again."

Ugh, I was hoping he wouldn't make me change positions, but thankfully he was going back to my pussy. I picked myself up off the ground and turned around, planing my knees back on the mat, this time straddling his torso instead of his legs as I lowered myself back down. In some ways this was going to be at least a little more comfortable, save for him watching my face as he fucked me.

I lowered myself back onto the tip of his cock and waited. With his strong arms he pulled me a little bit forward. My hands slipped forward and planted into his shoulder as I tried to keep from toppling onto him. I was confused until he once again pulled his cock out of my pussy and smiled.

"Mister Rosebud is anxious to meet his new friend."

I cringed and seriously wanted to smack the guy, but my mind was more consumed by the violation I was about to feel, the one I swore I'd never experience. Within seconds I felt his cockhead nuzzling up to my last virgin hole and putting pressure against it, but thankfully not penetrating. Coach grabbed one of my hands and guided it to his cock, making me hold it. Putting both his hands behind his head, and wearing a smug smile on his face he said, "What are you waiting for Lacey, take it in your ass."

I'm pretty sure my face at this point was a solid mixture of shock and scowling. The nerve of the guy--not only did he plan to take my anal virginity from me, but he was going to make me do all the work. I sighed and screwed my eyes shut--I didn't want him to see me cry as I expected I might as I slowly started to descend. Even with all the lube I used I was surprised by how much pressure I felt the thin cock exerting on my hole. My ass was slowly starting to open up to accept him--it was only now that I hoped that my multiple trips to the bathroom before arriving did their job.

Even for how small the head was the feeling was starting to become unbearable when it happened--my last bastion of virginity had given way and my rectum had opened up, swallowing his head and perhaps the first inch of his shaft. The feeling of just his head inside my ass was definitely far more painful than losing my virginity had been, and that had actually been a thicker cock. I breathed deeply as I stopped, letting my body try and get used to this new intrusion.

"Well?"

You couldn't say that Coach T wasn't getting his worth out of this, his impatience starting to be a little unbearable. I started to lower my ass a little more to let it swallow his pole, but found myself pausing to accommodate. After the third time I stopped, getting maybe half his cock in my ass I felt him move and finally opened my eyes in time to see his hands reach out and grab my hips. I instinctively let go of his cock to reach for his hands--that was a mistake as it freed him to pull me down easier.

"No!"

I may have yelled it out, but it didn't matter, any words I uttered, any thoughts I had were muted immediately as several inches of cock shot deeper into my ass in one swoop. Sure, I was lubed up, but that only made it work, it didn't do anything to stop the pain.

I knew I screamed out in pain, my asshole burning as it was violently stretched around the base of his cock and my bowels violated in a way I never before imagined. I hated the man right now as I sat with his cock impaling my ass.

"Go on then, get to it."

Any idea of possibly enjoying this was definitely out. As I tried to regain my composure I started to pull off--I needed to get this fullness out of me as soon as I could. I'd barely moved an inch when I'd involuntarily gasped again--feeling his cock sliding out of my ass was an entirely different experience that I couldn't compare to anything. Getting up the fortitude to continue, I pulled myself almost all the way off--hoping he'd give me a chance to recover.

Even with my legs as strong as they are from being a runner, they weren't used to moving quite like this--so as I was about to pull off I could do nothing to prevent him from pulling me back down onto his cock in another hard thrust, eliciting another cry of pain from me.

I was stuck--paralyzed in a way. My natural instinct was to try and move up and off of his cock but every time I did he pulled me back down, forcing the whole length back into my unwilling ass. Normally I always felt in control with a guy, always the top, always the dominant one--with Coach T's cock in my ass it was different. As he played this cat and mouse game with me, allowing me to think relief was coming but only to fill me once more I started to feel like I'd become his bitch, that instead of a partner for fun that I normally had experienced I was just holes to be fucked for his pleasure. I knew he looked at me and saw my face a deep red, filled with shame as he buttfucked me for several more minutes.

I should have seen it coming, he was pulling me down faster and faster, starting to sit up as he kept doing so. He finally held down my hip with one hand as he pulled me in to meet him--I opened my mouth in another gasp not knowing what he was doing when he brought his to mine and shoved his tongue inside. As his tongue met mine I felt another new and unique experience--the telltale twitching of cock as my one-virgin ass was being filled with his hot cum. What a sight I must look like, being french kissed while a cock is claiming my ass.




Keeping on the Team Ch. 01



When he broke the kiss I sat myself back upright--his cock was significantly softer, no longer feeling it as far in my ass as I could feel his cum running inside me. I started to pull off and to my surprise heard no protesting.

"See Lacey, that wasn't so bad was it?"

Wasn't so bad? It wasn't so great either, I wanted to yell and scream at the man, but I was smarter than that as I tried to recover from the pain I was still feeling in places I didn't know exited.

"It could have been--"

I stopped, I had a sudden sense that something with this whole picture wasn't quite right.

That's when I heard the sarcastic slow clap and the lights came on in the wrestling room. I was blinded momentarily, but when my vision started to recover I saw there were five other guys and one woman who had joined us in the room. I simply felt stunned, I didn't even bother trying to cover myself, hide my nudity from these several strangers who suddenly appeared.

The clapping man stepped forward, and with a giant grin on his face said, "Nice job Tanner. Step aside, it's time for the real party to begin."



Keeping on the Team Ch. 02



Authors note: While struggling to get past the writers block for chapter 3, I went ahead and rewrote the original two chapters--so it's new as of 2014. Hope you enjoy this version as much as you did the last--Love Annie. 

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Stepping off the bus, I look down at my cell phone--sure enough maps said I was two blocks from my destination. I slung my backpack over my shoulder a little more securely before heading off in the direction my phone indicated. Switching back to text messages, I looked at the ominous message with no return address: 'About your video, Tuesday after school' with the address I was now heading to underneath. I once more shivered while reading it, wishing that I could just wipe away that night from ever having happened.

The worst part as I walked to this unknown building was today was our track team's formal picture day, which meant that right after school I was dressed in one of my cutest outfits--black skirt, cute emerald green vest, white long sleeve dress shirt, matching white stockings, black heels, and of course my hair done in twin braids down the back of my head and just a light coating of soft pink lip gloss. I wasn't even thinking as I did it, but fuck me, why did I have to go meet this porn producer looking the part of the typical schoolgirl fantasy?

So this address was located in the heart of the industrial area of town with nondescript warehouses on every block. I had to look back down at my phone again to see if I was in the right place--sure enough I was, but there wasn't a door visible, just some windows near the roof. Thinking for a moment I started down the alley I passed right before the building when I finally saw it--a large steel security door with the correct building number on it. Reaching out to touch the handle it didn't budge. I tried pushing and pulling with no success--ready to count my blessings I turned away when it happened.

"Yes?" said a cold sounding female voice. I quickly turned around, expecting to see someone but there wasn't anybody in the alley with me. I looked up above the door and saw a camera pointing down at me, with a little speaker box next to it.

I took several deep breaths to try and calm myself down, but I still stammered as I said, "I'm Lacey, I was told to be here today."

After a brief but still noticeable pause, the voice once again spoke: "Drop your panties to your knees and hike up your skirt."

I could feel my eyes bulge as I heard the command. I didn't move, I didn't want to move, I just wanted to run away.

"If you don't want your video released tonight, drop your panties to your knees and hike up your skirt."

Fuck! I didn't consider myself the type who would expose herself out in public like this, but they had me over a barrel with this one. I bent down to put my backpack and my phone down before reaching my hands underneath my skirt. Even as my thumbs found the waistband and started pulling them down I considered running. I wasn't completely matching, the black panties contrasting to the white stockings as they reached my knees. I straightened up, pulling my skirt up to reveal my bald pussy to the camera, and anyone who might be on the other side of it.

Another annoying pause before more speaking. "Smile, act like you're trying to do something naughty."

I'm sure I glared up at the camera for a moment, but I did as I was told and tried smiling--changing it several times, hoping to make it match whatever it was they wanted when finally I heard a buzz coming from the door. As fast as they could, one hand went out to pull the door open, and the other reached down to pull up my panties to try and save at least a shred of dignity.

Once my panties were in order I grabbed my phone and backpack and headed inside. Stepping into the warehouse was a much different experience than I expected. While the exterior looked like it was a very creepy place to be at night, the first inside room looked like it was the typical lobby that you could find in any professional office. Well, I guess most offices wouldn't have posters of porn stars hanging right on the walls, but plants, waiting chairs and the like seemed to betray what this place really was.

My legs felt as though they were made of jelly as I turned the corner and walked toward the receptionist. As I recalled what happened the last time I was in the presence of the owner of this place, a chill ran through my body. The receptionist just looked up at me as I approached--she was probably in her forties, though the short graying spiked hair made me think that reception wasn't her first job.

I took a deep breath before I spoke. "I'm Lacey--"

"Brier, yes, Mister Morrow has been expecting you." 

She cut me off, but I instantly recognized the same cold voice that had just made me expose myself outside. Another shiver ran through me as I saw her looking me over. I was about to speak up when she beat me to it.

"Ah, so you're the highschooler with the deliciously tight little asshole Ronald was bragging about banging."

I cringed, my face turning red to try and match my hair.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed honey, it's actually a compliment. Ronald's a male porn star, and given that anal is practically required in straight porn anymore, he's fucked his fair share of asses. The fact that he even stopped to talk about buttfucking your pretty little teenaged ass is about as big a compliment as someone could expect around here. Now let's see, I had some instructions for when you arrived."

I was instantly glad that she was looking for something instead of looking up to see the reaction from my face. I felt I could die of shame, or that I was going to be sick that apparently my butthole was on the agenda of office gossip, and that I should take it as a compliment instead of finding it humiliating. I thought I could do this, but it was definitely at this moment that I realized I was truly in over my head in a way I could never have imagined.

"Alright, here it is," the receptionist started talking again, apparently having found what she was looking for. 

"I'm supposed to buzz you in--" 

I started to take a deep breath of relief, hearing these words.

"but you need to leave everything of yours, the backpack, clothes, and phone in the box next to my desk here. Keep the heels and stockings on though."

Another bulge of my eyes as I felt my face burn. "I'm supposed to go into his office naked?" I asked with an incredulous tone.

"No hon, you'll still have your shoes and your stockings on."

I seriously wanted to face palm, like the idea that I would be wearing thigh highs and heels would make me feel less exposed than I was going to be. I knew coming here was a mistake, but at the same time I didn't want to see what they would do with the video they had of me. I started looking around the office, only the door into the rest of the building and the door outside were visible. The receptionist seemed to read my mind as she said, "Just do it right here hon, he hasn't got all day."

It was at this point I noticed my heart racing. As I set my phone and my backpack into the box next to her desk I knew that I wouldn't be able to postpone being naked for long.

My hands first reached up to unbutton the vest, fingers fumbling over the buttons. I felt silly as five little buttons were conspiring to defeat me, though at the same time glad. I looked up at the receptionist and she wasn't even looking at me as I started my weird striptease. Finally I managed to get the buttons undone and removed my vest and nicely set it in the box, which I now noticed had 'Lacey' written in pink letters on the side.

The letters only confirmed what I had already begun to fear--this probably wasn't going to be the only time I ever visited this place. Trying not to think about it, I stretched back out and started to undo all the buttons on the dress shirt. To my disdain the smaller buttons came undone much easier and soon I found myself setting it on top of the vest in the box. I noticed at this point that the air conditioner was on in the room--the goose bumps on my arm being the first sign, and then noticing that my nipples were trying to poke through the black bra I was wearing.

It still seemed like delaying my inevitable nakedness was a worthy endeavor even though it was ultimately pointless. After a slight hesitation I reached back and lowered the zipper of my skirt, letting it drop to the ground. I quickly stepped out of it and placed it in the box, though suddenly hated myself for doing that so fast. Maybe a part of me was hoping to just get this over with?

Nothing in my life has been as surreal as it felt standing in black heels with white stockings and wearing a matching black bra and panty set in the middle of what looked like a typical office. Again a glance to the receptionist who hadn't seemed to register that a scared eighteen-year-old girl was stripping just feet away from her.

It took another deep breath and another steeling of my nerves before I reached behind my back to undo my bra clasp. I pulled it down my arms rather shyly before shaking it off into the box. I looked down and noticed tan lines that I hadn't seen before around my tiny breasts--at least my time in the sun this spring had been of use.

It was at this point the receptionist finally looked back up at me. "I see what they meant by you being small chested. The guys who love barely legal teens are going to just love you."

I blushed but said nothing. I knew only the black panties remained, and surprisingly I found them easier to remove than I did my bra--it probably did help that I'd already revealed my pussy outside to any who were watching. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband once more and lowered my panties enough to let them drop. As I was stepping out of them, I heard the buzzer go off and the door open.

I slowly turned and looked back at the door, and I'm pretty sure I must have looked like a dear in headlights--standing naked, not sure where to hide from whoever it might be. Relief quickly flooded through me as I realized that the person entering was a woman. A tall slender ebony woman who looked a little like a slightly lighter Halle Berry had entered the building, dressed very casually. While I was still embarrassed about my nakedness I found myself way more comfortable with another woman seeing me this way than I would have been with a guy.

Still, I turned slightly to the side to minimize my profile as I reached down to pick up my panties and set them in the box. A strange whooshing sound preceded a sting of pain in my right ass cheek, followed quickly by a loud smack and an equally loud cry escaping my lips. I quickly turned to see the black woman next to me pulling her hand back.

"Man I love tiny white girl booty, especially when it's light enough that my hand print stays for a bit."

I quickly twisted myself to look back at my own ass, and she was right, her hand was clearly visible where she just smacked me.

"If Morrow approves, I think I'll have to get you in for a little spanking video, maybe some assplay too." She finally started walking past me while still looking me over. "Too bad your tits are so small though."

I know a part of me shouldn't be surprised, but it's still a bit awkward to have people talk about your tits and ass as though you weren't in the room.

Panties put away and waiting patiently, the receptionist finally said, "You can go in now hon. First door on the right."

When the buzzer sounded behind the receptionist I took off, perhaps a little faster than I should have, but I did want to get this done. I opened the door and stepped into another hallway and headed to the first door on the right as I was instructed. It was already open and I stepped in.

I'll admit that I didn't know what to expect when I stepped into the office of a porn producer, but whatever my expectations might have been Mister Morrow's office didn't seem to fit them. It surprised me that it was relatively sparse--to my left was what looked like a movie theater screen mounted onto the wall with a few couch cushions on the floor in front of it. The far right corner had a large recliner that seemed to have deeper arms than you'd typically find. The corner closest to me had a sparse desk with the usual suspects--phone, keyboard, mouse, monitor. To the left of the desk was another couch cushion and in the high backed office chair sat the man himself, James Morrow.

To say Morrow's face lit up as I entered was a bit of an understatement, but it was the wicked grin that I found a little disconcerting.

"Mhmm Lacey, high heels and thigh highs, you certainly wanted to make an impression on me today didn't you. Oh, and they have little pink bows at the top, very fitting for my new present. Do a spin for me will you?"

I felt my face burning up again as his grin somehow looked a little more sinister. I spun in place, probably rather awkwardly since this wasn't something I did every day. As my right side came into his view I heard a laugh out of him.

"I see you met Lilley."

Once I was facing him, I tried to muster up a little bit of courage as I said, "I'm here to talk about the video," but courage is hard to find when you're in a strange place, the meeting isn't on your terms, and you're buck naked.

Morrow simply shook his head at me, a gesture I didn't know how to respond to. "Well, I would love to Lacey, but you see we have a little problem. There you are, fresh faced eighteen-year-old standing naked before me. All the blood seems to have rushed below, and there's definitely no way I can talk business with the raging hardon your tight little body is giving me. And since I know you won't be leaving until we get it done, I'm afraid it won't resolve itself anytime soon."

'Just take a deep breath Lacey' I thought to myself. I shifted my weight a little uneasily as I asked with little hope, "So you want a handjob?"

Another shake of the head from Morrow, no real surprise. "Sorry hon, my cock isn't used to cumming in the air, unless it's to paint a pretty little face after a blowjob."

I let the sigh escape my lips before I asked the question that I knew put him even more in control of this meeting than I would have liked: "So you would like a blowjob?"

Morrow shrugged, which I'll admit came as a bit of a surprise. "It doesn't have to be a blowjob, you could take my cock in another of your teenage holes as far as I'm concerned, whatever it takes to get this meeting moving forward." He wheeled his chair out from behind his desk and moved it to the front of the cushion that was sitting next to it--I finally understood why it was in such a strange place on the floor. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to do. I moved up to him and knelt to the ground, my knees touching the cushion. The cushion was particularly soft, I couldn't imagine a better padding for this, which of course only made what I was about to do worse.

I expected hm to say something, to give me instructions on how he wanted this to go down, but it didn't happen--Morrow just leaned back in his office chair. Taking that as my cue to just get to it, I reached my hands out and unzipped his pants. Reaching into his boxers I found a rather large cock. I say large, because if it wasn't for the event that led me to being on my knees right now it would have easily been the largest I had ever seen. I shivered remembering what transpired just a few nights before.

I reached my hand out instinctively to start stroking it, but it was quickly slapped away. "The cock's out now hon. Make a choice, mouth, cunt, or ass, I don't have all day."

I looked up a little shocked, despite all that had already been said to me even just today, I was not used to being talked to in this manner. Given what I knew he had in his possession though, there was no point in my arguing or fighting him. Moving my hands behind my back I leaned forward, opening my mouth and taking the head inside my mouth.

Sure, Morrow's cock may now only be the second largest cock I'd seen in my short sex life, it was easily the largest to go in my mouth. Without using my hands, positioning myself to make sure I took it in without my teeth touching was a little bit tricker, and I was having a little bit of difficulty. I had to use all my mental power to make sure I got this done, but I swore I heard a little bit of a snicker at my difficulties. I do have to be thankful though that Morrow isn't the impatient type, as his hand never moved to push down on my head, but at the same time never made any attempt to help me out.

I had to use my tongue a little more than I normally would this early in the game, but it helped me to take his cock deeper into my mouth and toward my throat. I knew I had two options at this stage--try to get away with giving him a passive blowjob, just bobbing my head up and down like nothing more than a fleshlight made of actual flesh, or I could instead try to get into it as if I were giving it willingly. As much as the idea of participating in my own humiliation sickened me, I knew that this whole situation could be over much faster if I just participated.

Once I had taken as much of his cock as I could into my mouth in this awkward position I started pulling off, my tongue swirling around the shaft and head as if it were a popsicle and I was trying to be the first one to finish it. Once I had only the tip of the head left in my mouth I did my one patented move, pulling my mouth onto his cock by doing my best interpretation of a vacuum cleaner--sucking it back inside me instead of just going down on it. Each individual bob of my head up and down I changed my technique a little bit, hoping to get some kind of reaction out of him and to find out what was working. Morrow to his credit, probably having received hundreds of blowjobs in his life, gave no hint that I was engulfing his cock with my mouth--I could have been tying his shoes for as much attention as he showed.

Ten minutes had passed, an eternity compared to my normal blowjobs, and yet here I was still bobbing my head up and down on his cock, getting a little more desperate as my tongue was feeling numb, my jaw ached from being forced open for so long and my neck hurt from the odd angle. What the fuck was I going to do if Morrow outlast me? I even started getting my arms into the action, holding onto the chair to help guide my movements. Shit, he probably knew that this was going to happen, I'm gonna end up having to fuck him. My mouth was ready to admit defeat and tag in my pussy in its place when I finally felt his hand on the back of my head as he pulled me down and I felt the tell-tale twitch in my mouth.

I felt shame well up in the pit of my stomach, or perhaps that was his hot cum I was swallowing. I had never been so relieved to have a cock I was sucking cum, but the feeling of that relief just made the situation so much worse. It also didn't help that for someone who probably had the chance to get off as many times as he wanted in a day without ever touching himself, he was still quite potent. I lost track of how many times I had to swallow his cum, but by the time it was ending I felt like I just finished an afternoon snack. My face burned red once more as my mind made the mental note that I just had my usual after-practice protein shake for the day.

Morrow finally lifted his hand and said, "Well done Lacey."

I slowly pulled my mouth off his cock, but only after making sure that no cum remained on the head--I just had a feeling that things would be worse for me if I didn't. My hands instinctively reached up and tucked his cock back into his boxers and zipped him up. My task completed I stood up before him once more.

Morrow himself stood up and headed over to the chair with the deep cushions. I watched him sit down in it and was surprised that with him in it that the chair finally looked to be about the right depth. He grabbed a remote control from beside the chair and looked at me. I put two and two together just before he said it. "Come sit in my lap dear and we'll have a talk about your video."




Keeping on the Team Ch. 02



Another sigh escaped my lips as I still tasted his cum in my mouth. It was made all the worse by the fact that Morrow ate right and his cum tasted very sweet. Once more I was finding myself in a situation I might have actually enjoyed if it were what I wanted and not what I had to do. Speaking of, I really had no desire to go sit in his lap, but I knew there was no point in saying no. I mean, I just blew the guy, and what was the point of going through that if I weren't going to let things get to the real discussion. Moving over and climbing into the chair was a feat in itself, the very squishy cushions making it difficult to steadily and easily sit on his lap. Morrow's hands, surprisingly soft, helped guide me into place, all the while causing shivers to run up and down my spine as he touched my hips.

Once I was situated in his lap, his hands rather forcefully moved my legs so that they were up over the arms of the chair. If someone were to come in, I would be fully splayed out for them to see. I saw him touch the remote and the lights dimmed and a projector above us turned on.

When the picture came up I knew what it was--on the screen was me. Well, part of me. My bald pussy to be precise, focused in on me as I was running on the treadmill. I knew this was from the video recorded by Coach Tanner before he fucked me completely, including taking my anal virginity in the process. The video switched to a view of my tiny little ass while I ran, and a bit of a side view where you could see the little jump my tiny breasts made as I ran.

Morrow pressed another button on the remote and the scene changed. I instantly knew even though I hadn't seen it, this was the scene that his company was responsible for filming, the reason why I was here today. The video was done cheesy, like it was supposed to be a sexy game show of some sort. I couldn't really hear the announcer (even though I saw that part being filmed) because my mind was distracted as Morrow's left hand started rubbing my left breast and playing with my hardened puffy nipple. From what I could decipher with my mind distracted, the announcer was introducing the curvy blonde born star with the rather large breasts that already worked for Morrow's company. 

The camera panned in what was clearly high definition over her entire body before following her to the table that had been set up. She bent down over it and reached back, spreading her ass to show the camera her pussy and asshole. While I'll admit to having watched porn on the internet, it was always through free sites so seeing it this clearly and defined was something rather new to me.

The camera turned and focused on a foot, my foot to be exact as it traced my legs up to my bare pussy before spinning around to get my tiny, well toned ass. The camera spun around once more and my god, seeing them in HD it looked like I didn't have any breasts at all, just puffy nipples that stood out instead. The camera panned up to my nervous smiling face before backing out. I know I had been given a direction off camera when I naturally turned to head to the tables myself. 

You could see in the background the blonde was still bent over spreading, and I watched as on screen I walked to the other side of the table and bent over as well. When my hands on screen reached back to spread my ass I gasped--Morrow had chosen the moment that my pussy and asshole were shown to me on screen to touch my pussy with his right hand, fingers quickly finding my clit as he started to rub.

There was definitely something about seeing my own pussy and butthole on this screen larger than life that made me feel shame, even as the camera finally pulled away. I knew on the screen it looked like I was willingly participating, but I remember the threat of my first triple penetration followed by an anal train on me that kept me very much in check. Given that I didn't want either of those things to happen, my acting job was rather superb I thought.

The camera went back to the announcer who told about the contest as Heather climbed onto her back on the table. The table itself was a custom job, flat, padded, with a pair of stirrups on one end and a lowered pair of kneepads on the other. Heather put her legs into the stirrups and they were secured. Of course the camera panned around to get this gynecologists view of Heather's pussy.

Next it was my turn to climb on top of Heather, since I was easily the lighter of the two of us. It was strange watching it on screen, how Ronald picked me up by himself. Seeing Ronald come up behind me, his hand reaching between my legs from behind before cupping my pussy, and using basically the one arm for leverage and the other for stability as he picked me up and placed me on top of Heather was kind of impressive. Granted, watching it on this screen still brought back the violation I was feeling as he did it--I had never imagined being lifted up by my pussy before that night, and still had a hard time believing it happened.

With me tied down and the two of us in a classic sixty-nine position, the announcer went on to explain that neither of us had ever filmed a lesbian scene before and to win the competition we had to get the other girl to cum before we did. The loser to be fucked by the other porn star they brought in. Ronald finally appeared on the screen nude, and even though I just saw him one hand lift me up onto a table, his chiseled body was a sight to behold, especially the large black cock he was wielding. The announcers voice very clearly said, "Of course the catch is that the girl who cums first will be taking this thing in the ass."

Even though this was something I was watching play out on the screen, I knew that just the week before I experienced this, and once again it made me cringe. Once more I felt my face get hotter, but only part of it was from the shame I was feeling, the rest of it was from the expert ministrations of Morrow, who was teasing and playing with my clit like he were a concert violinist.

The video cut to a clip of Heather (the blonde girl whose pussy I was about to eat on screen) as a cock pushed into her ass. At the top of the screen was a movie title, and at the bottom the added words, "Heather's first anal scene." I knew where it was going as I saw myself on the screen, lowering my ass onto Coach Tanner's cock. The caption at the bottom read, "Lacey's first ass fuck--twenty minutes ago."

While the movie was into these side clips, I remembered what was really going on during that time. Morrow wanted to make sure I gave a good show and had come over to talk to me. Apparently it really was Heather's first lesbian scene, so even though I had never even kissed a girl, I might still have a fighting chance. He even went so far as to promise me that if I won, all the tapes would be destroyed and I'd never have to think about this night again.

The screen returned to the normal movie, a split screen view now, heather's face and my pussy on the left, my face and hers on the right. The announcer could be heard saying, "And we're ready. On your marks, get set, eat!"

It was at that moment that I noticed that Morrow's left hand had left my breast and fingers started to penetrate my pussy while I sat on his lap. On the screen I saw as my tongue slipped out of my mouth and tried to lick Heather's pussy as though it belonged to a kitten the first time it drank from a bowl, my face a little hesitant not knowing what to expect for the taste. 

Looking at the other part of the split screen, I could indeed see why it was that Heather won that night. I was rather meek and timid about the whole thing even with the chance I could have, she dove right in. I was a little taken aback during the competition as I felt her fingers on my pussy, thinking that was cheating and all, but the rule was to get her off, they didn't go into specifics. Heather's strategy made so much more sense watching the video--her fingers spreading my pussy lips and trying to get her access to my clit. You could see the moment she found it, when she finally brought her mouth up and locked itself straight onto my little pleasure button.

For my part I had only started to lap at her pussy very feebly, but I quickly stopped and gasped aloud as Heather's mouth started working me. I'll admit, I've enjoyed myself when guys ate me out, but this was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Heather was quite the master at pussy licking, whereas I had no real desire. I didn't realize it at the time that night but I could see it on the video, I already had a look of defeat in my face.

Anymore attempt by me to actually win the competition was gone by that point--I experienced it that night and I saw it plain as day in front of me. Don't get me wrong, I did still make a paltry attempt to bring pleasure to Heather, but it was too late. I wasn't even aware until watching the video now that when I got close I actually pushed myself down onto Heather's mouth. In what was probably the shortest lesbian oral scene in porn history, I was quickly mewling and crying out as what I remembered as one of the more powerful orgasms of my life hit me.

It was only after the fact that I would find out the real truth of how Heather got me off so easily. It truly was Heather's first lesbian scene, but that's only because under normal circumstances she wouldn't do them. Heather had always been a lesbian, but chose to do exclusively straight porn in order that she could separate her work from her real life, a problem she knew many female porn stars had. She was given a considerable amount of money, and likely reassurance that I'd work out a deal so the film wasn't released. So it wasn't her first time licking a pussy, she was a pro at it. The cards were stacked against me from the beginning.

As I watched my body undulate in orgasm I found myself squirming in Morrow's lap as he continued to fingerfuck me. I was a tiny bit surprised as I watched the video that I never noticed that while I was cumming that Heather's hands had reached up and spread my ass to give the camera an extreme closeup of the hole that was about to get Ronald's cock in it.

The announcer made some comment about having a winner, or actually a loser. Once my orgasm was complete and Heather was declared the winner Ronald came over and unceremoniously pulled me off of her. My legs were wobbly as the camera focused on me and spun around catching the name of my school on the side of the gym. I knew what Morrow was doing with this, and I was disgusted even as I squirmed in his lap, his hands expertly working me.

I remember wondering two things at the time this was being filmed--why was Ronald's cock so slick and cold as it rubbed against me as he moved me around like a rag doll, and why wasn't Heather getting up. I now knew the answer even as I watched it unfold on the video, me being placed in front of Heather and bent over, my face once more inches from her pussy.

"So Lacey," the announcer said, unseen on the video. "You lost to Heather here, and for losing what happens to you?"

I could see it on the screen that I was on autopilot as I answered, "I get fucked in the ass."

"That's right," the announcer said with way too much enthusiasm. "Here's how this is going to go down. As you may or may not know, Ronald here is a porn star. For him, that means he has some pretty excellent control over how fast he cums. If a scene calls for it, he can be quick, or he can draw it out."

You could already see on screen the fear welling up in my face as I tried to process what he was saying.

"In this case, he's going to draw it out. We're going to watch you take his giant black cock in your tiny little white ass for about two minutes before we make things more interesting. You got off, Heather didn't. When it's time Ronald's going to pull your face into Heather's cunt and he'll just keep pounding away at your ass until you return the favor. Once Heather's happy, Ronald will try to enjoy what he can of what will probably be a very well-fucked ass."

The camera started to pan around behind me to catch the moment he entered me.

"Alright cunt, reach back and spread your ass," Ronald barked out rather harshly.

I shuddered on Morrow's lap, not from what he was doing (though that wasn't helping), but even watching this video I could feel the shame and degradation of it. With the camera focused in tight on my ass, Ronald's cock came into view. Holy fuck! I thought it looked big in person and when I saw it on video earlier, but seeing his monstrous black cockhead next to tiny little hole of my pale white ass made me wonder how it ever went in.

This was my train wreck moment right here--I couldn't watch what was about to happen, but at the same time I couldn't look away. I watched as Ronald's cock came into contact with my skin and how I jumped on screen. The screen changed a little bit, the top left corner being replaced with a closeup of my fearful face. Finally that moment came when Ronald started to push forth to violate my rectum. On screen I could see my panic, hear my heavy breathing and my pleas, and of course the rather loud cry I made when his head popped through. Back in reality, I felt Morrow stick another finger into my pussy, right at that moment the cock had penetrated my ass.

I didn't really care anymore how Morrow was making my body betray me, I have to admit that there was something oddly entrancing watching Ronald bury himself in my ass on the screen. Of course I was crying and pleading still on the video version, my face showing every millimeter of cock that was entering my backside. I recalled how I couldn't imagine how my poor ass was going to survive the night, and how watching it now I wondered the same thing again.

Ronald was very methodical in how he was taking my ass. He probably could have gone faster, but he took the entire two minutes to make my ass fully engulf him. Technically he took slightly longer as I watched on screen another moment I didn't understand happening. Once it was time for me to get to work on Heather, Ronald pulled out a few inches even though he hadn't made it all the way in. He reached out to Heather's legs, no longer propped up by the stirrups and using them as leverage pushed himself back in me to the hilt. 

Yes, the on screen version of me cried out, but that cry was soon muffled as my face was pushed right into Heather's pussy. She sat up now and reached out with her hands to hold my head down. I had the feeling then but I knew it now in hindsight--my mouth wasn't leaving her pussy until I licked my way to freedom.

Morrow surprised me at this point. I didn't even notice that he had taken a hand away from my pussy to hit fast forward on the remote. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, I had no desire to watch the ten or fifteen minutes it took me to finally get Heather off. Morrow started playing the movie again right at the point where Heather was rubbing my face all over her pussy before letting my head go, my entire face wet with girlcum.

On the screen Ronald pulled himself out of me, a moment I recall being relieved before being brought back to reality. With no longer needing the table, Ronald pushed me down to all fours and once again mounted me from behind. I remember my ass feeling pretty numb at this point, but his re-entry hit a nerve again. Ronald grabbed my hair and went to town, pulling me onto his cock as he pressed himself forward.

I hadn't even noticed the return of Morrow's second hand, but he'd kept it up throughout the whole movie. As I watched the last few minutes of the video I forgot about it sometimes, my body screaming at my mind that I needed to cum even as I watched myself be abused and degraded on screen, but Morrow had yet to allow me that opportunity.

Finally on screen I saw the moment was coming from this new vantage point. Ronald had bent over me and picked me up. His cock remaining in my ass he rocked himself back so he could sit down on the ground, forcing me to sit on my cock much like Coach Tanner had earlier in the evening. As Ronald started laying back, he let out a loud moan and even though you couldn't see it on screen, I remembered it vividly--his seed was pumping deep into my ass.

When he was done pumping my ass full of a fairly decent load, I was instructed off camera to stand up. If it were some other girl it'd have been rather pathetic trying to watch her stand, but seeing that it was me it was just downright shameful. The camera of course kept close in on my ass, watching the rather large gape even as cum started dripping out.

"Well folks, that's the game. Congrats to our winner Heather, our stud Ronald, and even our sore loser, Lacey."

Off screen I was directed to wave to the camera, which of course I obliged before the video ended. I remembered being sore enough from the ass fucking I would have done anything at that point to prevent anymore, and as soon as they had yelled cut I remembered collapsing to the floor.

There were a few credits on the video, showed slowly over the video of my first assfuck in its entirely then the screen finally went to black. I thought it was done, but Morrow's toying with my body continued.

"You know Lacey, we do have all the signed video release forms, and you made a damn convincing actress. You're over 18, so this can hit the market or the internet with the push of a button."

Morrow reached over to the remote and hit a button and the black was replaced with the picture of a blu-ray cover. I couldn't believe it, it was done so fast. It was me, in the clothes I came dressed in, in the alley with my panties at my knees and my skirt hiked up with a rather seductive smile as I looked right into the camera. 

In some quickly done text art it read: "Buttfucked Teens 12: High School Track Star Lacey."

Another button press and the back came up with a few pictures. Heather was there with her name under also starring, as was Ronald. A view of my naked body with the school logo from the gym was on the back, as was a scan of my student ID card. My head was swimming as I saw words like 'lesbian', 'still a high school student', and 'in her own school's gym' bolded among the text describing the video.

This was it, I knew I was completely fucked. I mean, sure, the video didn't show that once they were done Ronald picked me back up, bent me over the table and he started fucking my ass and wouldn't stop until I signed all the release forms. It took me all of about ten seconds to agree to sign the papers. If I had any proof I was coerced into it there's no way they could hold up in court, but there was nothing I could see that would help me prove it.

"You're right," I said, going for exasperated sigh but instead emitting more of a pleasurable moan.

"I know I am, but now you know too." His hands stopped teasing me. "I'm going to offer you a deal."

For a second I had to wonder what I looked like as I turned my head to look over my shoulder at his face just inches away. "A deal?"

"I know I don't have to, but yes, a deal." His hands got back to work, and though I thought the plan was for him to tell me about he deal, the pressure I felt mounting in my sex told me he had another plan first. Before I knew it I felt my whole body shudder with pleasure and I started moaning. Instinctively, with my pussy already occupied, my hands reached up and grabbed my small breasts, squeezing them and pinching my nipples like I would sometimes do in the throws of orgasm.

I'm not actually sure how long I was convulsing and undulating with pleasure right there in the pornographer's lap, but several minutes must have passed before I came down from my euphoric high.

"Look, Tanner told me that you need a summer job, something with which to pay back your fines, the cost for your mandatory counseling, and your parents court costs. I also know Tanner told your parents he could probably pull some strings and help get you set up with something."




Keeping on the Team Ch. 02



Even as my body was still returning to normal, I felt a coldness in my stomach. "I don't think I'm gonna like where this is going."

"Not like you're gonna have a whole lot of choice unless you want that video on shelves tomorrow."

A sigh escaped my lips as I asked, "What is it you want."

"You're going to work here, one part fluffer, one part finisher, one part fuckdoll. You'll get paid minimum wage for the hours you're here, and I'll cover your court costs and even arrange to have your counseling taken care of. Do you know what I mean by a fluffer and a finisher?"

I was very apprehensive about this whole thing, but I shook my head.

"Well, as you can imagine Viagra has become the go to in this industry to keep the stars ready to perform. We're one of the few small time studios that still goes for the natural approach. So, before a shot, or between shots, you'll be expected to use your mouth to either help one of our stars stay hard, or get hard again if he's just shot off."

While the idea in general is rather disgusting, I can find the irony in that my oral talents won't go to waste, though this sounds more like just getting them ready and not having to deal with them cumming in me.

"As for the finisher," Morrow continued, "many porn movies aren't shot straight through. Quite often we prefer to get a cumshot in rather early to make sure it's nice and large, as opposed to what might happen if a guy accidently gets off when we don't want him to. Because of that, quite often guys will get done with a shoot without having a chance for another release, and the girl is done with what's expected of her and doesn't want to take more than she needs to. That's where you come in. If a guy calls for relief, your mouth, cunt, or ass will provide it for him, depending on what he's in the mood for."

I could feel all the color draining from my face as he described what a finisher did. "I can't," I said rather meekly, full of shame and disgust.

"Suit yourself, we'll get the movie up tonight and the preview online," Morrow said rather straight forward. "Imagine it, by this time tomorrow that picture will be up all over strip clubs and adult stores in town, clips will have leaked onto the internet, and everyone will know what it looks like when your cute little asshole is impaled on a big black cock."

It was another breaking point, I was ready to cry and go find a hole to crawl in and die. There had to be some other way, but the cool confidence that Morrow spoke with made me realize I had only two choices: Have everyone, including my parents see me getting buttfucked on film, or getting fucked pretty much every day of the summer. I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths, trying to keep tears from welling up in my eyes. "I'll do it, I'll work for you."

"I was really hoping you'd say that. Let's get to the last bit, the fuckdoll. You're not going to be at beck and call just for when something is being shot. Anyone in the office can request your services any time you're here and not already engaged. Ronald wants his cock sucked on his day off. Lilley decides she wants you for a little spanking session. Heather wants you to learn to be a better cunt licker. And of course it goes without saying whenever I want to use one of your holes. We do also have a few major distributors and business partners who can request any employee here for a private time, so there's a good chance that you'll be used that way a few times as well too."

I knew there was nothing for me to do but nod in agreement at this point. His hands reached down to my hips as he started to lift me off of him, my legs wobbly from the powerful orgasm I just had.

"Alright dear, if you're accepting my offer, head over to those cushions on the far side of the room, face down ass up. There'll be a card on the ground. Once you're comfortable and once you're ready, I want you to read it aloud to me."

My legs were trembling as I walked over to the cushions and just feel to my knees. I couldn't have imagined more of a nightmare situation. I bent over, sticking my naked ass up leaning into the ground. I noticed with how the cushions were placed they naturally spread my legs a little bit, surely enough to give Morrow a great view of my ass, and quite obviously intended to work this way. I finally glanced to the card and started to read through it in my mind, cringing as I did. I was probably taking deep breaths for two minutes trying to get up the nerve, but Morrow just patiently waited for me to be ready. When I could muster enough of a voice to do so, I read what was pre-printed on the card with a bit of a squeak.

"I, Lacey Renee Brier, being of puffy nipples and tight cunt, being eighteen and a legal adult, do fully agree to the terms and conditions of employment offerred to me by Mister James Morrow." I had to take a deep breath before continuing, the humiliation of this day threatening to completely overwhelm me. "I realize what exactly this entails of me, and the duties that I'll be required to perform for MJM productions, and gladly submit to doing them. As a show of good faith, and my acceptance of the requirements of this contract, I humbly--"

Another pause for a few more breaths. "I humbly present my eighteen-year-old asshole for him to fuck now, and to fuck whenever he wants while I am in his employ. Please Mister Morrow, be the third person to fuck my ass, and fuck it as long, hard, and as often as you would like and however you'd like."

It was with every ounce of strength that I managed to hold back tears as I finished saying the script. It wasn't long before I felt his presence behind me and the sound of unzipping. I didn't dare look back, even as I heard the squeezing noise indicating that he was lubing up. I couldn't even imagine what I must look like to him right now. On my knees, ass pointed up at him, white stockings to mid thigh and my pussy and asshole visible to him.

"Well Lacey," he said as I felt the slickness of lube hit my little rosebud, "I gladly accept your offer." With mounting pressure I took a deep breath and clinched my teeth as his cockhead slipped into my ass and he started claiming his prize.